Posts Tagged ‘longing’

And so I spent my school-age years amassing expertiseSo I could scour the continents and sail the seven seasSearching for the only plant that would my soul appeaseAs time elapsed the hope I had was pushed aside by doubtFor I’d found nothing even though I’d traveled all aboutAnd so I grabbed my father and irately I did shoutHe said “I meant to say they don’t – did I leave that word out?”

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02 2009

Buried at the bottomof the binit waitswatchingbagel after bagel(after bagel)chosen above,clutched to chests,cherished, chewedlovedlike it longs to beand it wondersWhat makes those guysso goddamned special?

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01 2009

Each morning we go and do our business,we flush and we jump in the showeror not, drying and then dressing.All inside us is hunger. All inside us ispang and rumble, yearn and ache, welong for something touching our tongues.Someone is scrambling an egg, boilingwater for coffee, Popping a Tart,heating the things that taste better hot.A woman in a hairnet waits on tables.A line cook examines the melting butter.A hostess says Please. Let me seat you now.Say it plain: that many have slaved over this meal.Sing the names of those who brought it here,who plowed the fields, planted the crops,picked the onions and the wheat, kneadedbatch by batch the glorious doughthey would then roll into perfect little rings.Praise song for the bakers, praise song for the meal.Praise song for every boiled little bite,the chewing-it-up at kitchen tables.Some live by you are what you eat,others by an apple a day keeps the doctor away.But what if the mightiest food is bagels?Praise song for getting something in our stomachs.

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01 2009

my mind is like an onionso many layers to peelmy body’s mostly waterso it shouldn’t really feelmy soul is just like flouralways something to sift throughbut my heart is like a bagelwith a hole in it for you